[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

When she woke up at noon, Diablo was a little hungry. Fortunately, this hotel has its own kitchen, and I asked the staff to buy some ingredients for her. I have to say that the service is pretty good.

Why cook for yourself?Maybe it's a matter of habit, after all, Diablo often cooked at home when Giorno was around.

"Giorno! Eat..." Putting the freshly baked pasta on a plate, Diablo turned around and called out the name habitually, then froze.

The fingernails pinching the edge of the plate turned slightly white, which was evidence that he was exerting force.

Gritting his teeth and throwing one plate into the trash can, Diablo walked to the table with the other plate and poured himself a glass of red wine.

There was no taste in his mouth at all, Diablo poked the pasta with a fork for a long time, and the golden noodles turned several times.

She forced herself not to think about Giorno, and put the pasta in her mouth, but she spit it out in the next second.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Diablo coughed violently, his face flushed, he grabbed the cup at hand and drank several mouthfuls, before being choked again.

After all, there is no water at hand, only a glass of freshly poured red wine. Although it is not very strong, it is still not enough to relieve the spicy... Maybe...

What was she doing when she made noodles? !Why do you think of chili sauce as ketchup? !

"Ahem..." She still went to get up to pour water, this chili is not something ordinary people can stand.

Diablo, who had recovered, glanced at the plate she had thrown away in the trash can, and paused. If Giorno was there, he would be choked...Stop!Why is she still thinking about this? !

I completely lost my appetite due to this wave of operations, and my plate of pasta was successfully reunited with the plate in the trash can.

The wall clock on the wall was working hard, and the second hand was ticking, which was extremely clear in this quiet environment, which made Diablo very uncomfortable.

She kicked over the chair beside the table, and the bang bang made her feel a lot more comfortable. Once she calmed down, she couldn't help but think about some little guy she had discarded.

Diablo found the remote control of the TV on the coffee table, pressed the switch, and there was a loud noise from the TV, as if some news was being broadcast.

She sat down on the sofa, curled her legs up habitually, circling her legs with one hand, and tuned the channel with the other. She didn't even need to watch the news about the dead person last night that was being broadcast, didn't she do it?

But the police will not find anything, after all, there are no monitors and witnesses at all, or if they find anything, they are not far from death.

I tuned the channel boringly, and just landed on a channel that was broadcasting a TV series——

"Don't wait, your mother won't come back."

"No! She will definitely come to pick me up..."

Two children were at the gate of an orphanage, and it happened to be snowing.

"My dad used to say that too, but it's been two years and I know he won't come..."

"...Mom is different, I know..." The little boy bit his lower lip and retorted stubbornly.

"Crack-"

The remote is cracked.

……Why?Is this TV against her too? !

What's wrong with broadcasting at noon?Want to broadcast such a TV series?

Diablo was even more disturbed, threw the broken remote control away, got up and walked to the side.

The Crimson King appeared behind her, thoughtfully turning off the TV before she was about to go out of range.

It's better to go out, stay in the room and think about it all the time, Diablo is fully dressed, and the mirror standing in front of the wardrobe is tied into a ponytail.

Not knowing what she thought of, she stared at the mirror for a while, then grasped the closet doorknob in a mysterious way, and slowly opened it.

What came to the face was not the rotten smell as imagined, and yes, how could this glamorous hotel have such a smell that makes customers give low marks?

Diablo directly pulled out the spare bed sheet and threw it aside, and got in by himself. The cabinet door closed with a bang, and the whole room returned to calm.

The cabinet was pitch-black, the only light coming from the gap between the double doors.

She curled her legs as she was sitting on the sofa before, her hands wrapped around her knees, and her head was buried in it.

Diablo wondered if he had developed a habit when he was in Egypt. Hiding in the closet like this, the sense of security seemed to return.

She doesn't want to admit DIO's peace of mind at all, but after losing the peace of mind brought by Giorno, she is now eager to find something new to make her feel at ease.

The joy of last night was the same, she kept embracing the boy, trying to find some peace of mind in him while enjoying it, but it seemed to fail.

What she is doing now seems to be to recall what she got in Egypt, but there is still something missing...

what is it then?

Diablo closed his eyes and thought.

As for Giorno... is she short of a son? ... no.

With her current status, if she wants a new son, there are probably quite a few people who will succeed her.

That's not because Giorno is his son, but why?What does Giorno have that other people lack?

'What is missing, you know very well, don't you? '

Diablo heard himself saying that to himself.

Does she know...?

"Giorno loves you, a love without any impurities..."

love...?She wanted to laugh a little, she needs these things?

"Love will bring you a sense of peace of mind... Let me love you. Unlike Giorno who will fall in love with other women when he grows up, I will only love you alone..."

Hearing this, she fell silent. This voice came from the bottom of her heart. It was obviously a very strange thing, but she didn't have any doubts about this voice.

Just words can make her feel at ease.

"Okay..." She couldn't help answering.

The soul seemed to undergo drastic changes following her response.

Diablo felt her soul was completely split in two, and if it wasn't for this time, she might never have discovered that her soul had a tendency to split, and this time it just made it happen faster That's all.

She can clearly feel that there are two souls in her body. Although the other has its own consciousness, it belongs to the same source, and she is above the other, which is for sure.

A split soul... or a newly born soul is fine too, with consciousness, but like a newborn.

Diablo modified the memory before the age of 15 and gave it to him, and hid himself in the depths of his soul, so that the newly born soul could be completely awakened.

"Hmm... I'm... it hurts...!" The newly awakened soul was still a little confused, and instinctively wanted to stand up, but this place was in the closet.

That'boom' sound hurts no matter how you hear it.

Poorly clutching his head, he instinctively moved two steps to the side again, but there was a cabinet door over there, and his own weight knocked the door open and fell to the ground at the same time.

I was lucky, I just fell on the quilt that Diablo threw out before, and played it playfully.

"Ah...why am I in the closet..." He rubbed his head, stood up and glanced at him, wondering.

He walked forward and closed the cabinet door, and his own figure was reflected in the mirror. He was stunned for a moment, looking at the rather large clothes on his body, and then tugged at the hem of the skirt in a daze...

"...Why am I wearing a skirt?!" He cupped his face and screamed.

Eh?Diablo himself was also a little confused. Is this separated soul a male?

Through the other person's eyes, she also saw the figure on the mirror, maybe because of her gender, that face was quite different from her 15-year-old face.

The freckles on the face add a lot of cuteness, and there is no sense of disobedience with the long skirt on that face, but the temperament is not suitable.

Diablo thought he should buy him some cute dresses...

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